Tuesday, February 28, 2012

I am seriously worn out from hunting down and applying for college scholarships for my kid, so I’m gonna make it easy on myself and take a cheat day. And it just so happens that everybody’s favorite blogging buddy, Alex J. Cavanaugh, is celebrating the release of his latest book, CassaFire, by hosting the Catch Fire Blog Party.

CassaStar was only the beginning…

The Vindicarn War is a distant memory and Byron’s days of piloting Cosbolt fighters are over. He has kept the promise he made to his fallen mentor and friend - to probe space on an exploration vessel. Shuttle work is dull, but it’s a free and solitary existence. The senior officer is content with his life aboard the Rennather.

The detection of alien ruins sends the exploration ship to the distant planet of Tgren. If their scientists can decipher the language, they can unlock the secrets of this device. Is it a key to the Tgren's civilization or a weapon of unimaginable power? Tensions mount as their new allies are suspicious of the Cassan's technology and strange mental abilities.

To complicate matters, the Tgrens are showing signs of mental powers themselves, the strongest of which belongs to a pilot named Athee, a woman whose skills rival Byron’s unique abilities. Forced to train her mind and further develop her flying aptitude, he finds his patience strained. Add a reluctant friendship with a young scientist, and he feels invaded on every level. All Byron wanted was his privacy…

“This sequel to Cavanaugh's first novel, CassaStar, delivers on the promise of its predecessor, combining military action sequences and political intrigue with strong, memorable characters. Reminiscent of the action-driven stories of Robert A. Heinlein's early fiction…” - Library Journal

“This is a book of inner and outer journeys, of inner and outer adventures, mysteries and revelations. It is also a book of friendship, relationship and equality. CassaStar is the cake. CassaFire is the cherry.” - Edi’s Book Lighthouse

“A fun filled space opera of romance and adventure, CassaFire harkens back to its 80s influences like Battlestar Galactica, Buck Rogers in the 20th Century, and Star Wars. Family friendly and sure to please fans of classic space opera in the Golden Age Style.” - Bryan Thomas Schmidt, author “The Worker Prince”

“…perfect for someone looking for a light space adventure with… great characters and story. Highly Recommended.” - Speculative Book Reviews

“This is the ideal novel for anyone wanting to dip their toes into Sci-Fi. I can’t recommend this one highly enough.” - Fantasy Nibbles

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

According to Rachel, we are supposed to write a short story/flash fictionstory in 200 words or less, excluding the title. It can be in any format, including a poem. Begin the story with the words, “Shadows crept across the wall”. These five words will be included in the word count.

If you want to give yourself an added challenge (optional), do one or more of these:

end the story with the words: "everything faded." (also included in the word count)

include the word "orange" in the story

write in the same genre you normally write

make your story 200 words exactly!

I accomplished all five and in my very first piece of flash fiction ever! I hope you enjoy it:

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THE DECISION

Shadows crept across the wall, nature’s chronograph of all the hours they’d spent entwined in the sheets, their eyes locked in a desperate tug-of-war. The shimmering glow of twilight erupted in brilliant hues, saturating every surface in a blaze of blushing coral, flaming orange, and cool lavender. He ran his thumb over the amethyst shadows beneath her eyes, a testament to the endless span of time they’d been stalling, waiting.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

She shook her head and looked away as tears pooled up. She sighed and turned onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. He swiped his fingers across the ribbons of sorrow cascading over her temple.

“This is our chance to all be together again,” he reminded her. “You still want that, don’t you?”

Her chin quivered and she sniffled in a ragged breath, but she nodded, almost imperceptibly.

“Good,” he said. “So do I.”

He reached over to the nightstand, emptied the bottle of pills into his hand, and grabbed the bottle of water. They each swallowed half the pills and laid back, their hands clasped, fingers woven tight.

“See you on the other side,” he said.

Then the sun disappeared and everything faded.

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So, how’d I do? If you liked it, click here on Rachel’s link and vote for #96. There are plenty of others who are participating, as well.

Monday, February 20, 2012

With all that blog partying last week, I was thinking I could get down to business and focus on something writerly-ish, but alas, I have been tagged by four separate people in the last week or so, and I can’t let that go without some sort of response, so this post will be dedicated to answering a few questions from each tagger:

From my very bestest friend in all the world, Lisa Regan, who, I might add, just got married on Valentine’s Day—YAY LISA!!

1.What is the first line of your current WIP?

(From my second novel, Parasite) It took five men in all, each over two hundred pounds and burdened with a bulletproof vest, a gun, a taser, handcuffs, and a nightstick, but they used neither their weapons, nor their restraints, just their bare hands and a thousand pounds of brute force. (Yeah, it needs some work, but it’s the first draft so…)

2.Would you rather have one book published that became a classic or have multiple books that sell well but eventually go out of print?

Definitely multiple books. I want to reach as many people as I can while I walk this earth. What happens after I leave means little.

Well, I just told this story for my Origins post. The fact that I was inspired to write at all was weird enough, but that it came to me through one song on one beautiful sunny day was weirder still. That one moment produced an entire 95,000 word manuscript.

This one’s not so easy. With my first novel, The Mistaken, it was thoroughly plotted with a very detailed outline that took me over four weeks to complete. But now that I’m working on my next project, Parasite, I’ve been pantsting quite a bit. I do have a lot of notes, but not in outline form, so I’m kind of wingin’ it this time around. Scary!

8.If you could go back and do anything over again, what would it be?

This is a tough question. If it were only about me, I’d say I’d go back to 1984 and keep my daughter, Julia, instead of giving in to my parents demands and giving her up for adoption. Biggest regret of my life. But she’s had a remarkable life, so for her, it was the best decision. Me? Yeah, not so much.

9.What’s the coolest thing you’ve ever done?

I, along with my husband, used to guide white water rafts down the south fork of the AmericanRiver just east of Sacramento, CA. Total freakin’ blast, man! And often scary as hell!!

And because this post is already way too long, instead of thinking up new ones of my own, I’d like each of these fine writers to answer the same questions I just did.

Lastly, I’d like to thank the lovely Natalie Sharpston for bestowing me with the Kreativ Blogger Award. In receiving this award, I’m supposed to list seven things about myself that might be interesting, but I think the eleven items above will suffice, but thank you so very much, Natalie!

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Today is Hope Roberson’s “Is It Getting Hot In Here?” Bloghop. This is my third party since Friday and I’m getting pooped, but I thought this would be a nice way to celebrate Valentine’s Day, especially since this little bit of romance is about as hot as it’ll get for me today. I don’t read many books with romance, kissing, or even sex scenes, so I picked the very last scene from my own novel, The Mistaken. This is the only kissing scene I have without sex, so I thought it'd be safe. This scene is where the two main characters, Tyler and Hannah, who haven’t seen each other for nearly a year, are finally reunited. It’s a little cheesy, but it works in the grand scheme of things. Sorry it’s a little over the 300 word suggested limit, but you can’t hurry love…

He bent closer and whispered. “Forgive me, Hannah, please. I can’t take back what I’ve done, but I can spend forever making up for it, if you’d just give me the chance.” He paused and kissed me softly. “Tell me you feel me there, Hannah, in your heart. Please tell me you feel the same way,” he begged with his hand still resting gently against my chest.

I nodded as I gazed into his beautiful blue eyes. “Yes, Ty. I’ve felt you there every second of every day, and it...it hurt so bad knowing that I’d never see or talk to you again. I’ve missed you so much. And now that you’re here, I don’t think I could take it if you left me again.”

Ty crushed me in his arms like he couldn’t hold me tight enough, like he was trying to step right into my skin along with me. I buried my face in his shoulder and cried, breathing deeply of the scent I could never seem to get out of my mind, thinking that the moment was better than any I had ever imagined. And I had imagined it at least a thousand times. I felt his shoulders quake as he cried the first happy tears I’d ever seen him shed.

We held each other for a very long time, each afraid of ending the moment. Finally, Ty pulled back and put his hands on my face, holding me still as he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. His kiss increased in urgency and depth as we each laid claim to the other. The moment so tender and intimate, it embarrassed a couple of hikers as they passed us on the trail.

“Get a room!” one of them snickered as the other giggled.

We looked each other in the eye and held each other’s gaze without a word until Ty smiled and said, “You know, that’s a pretty good idea.”

I laughed. “Yes. It’s a very good idea. Let’s go.” I pulled back and took a step away from Ty then turned back and raised my hand out to him. “Coming?” I asked.

He took my hand in his and kissed it once more. “You couldn’t keep me away!” he answered with a wide grin that reached his eyes, crinkling them at the corners like small suns brightening the world.

He held my hand as we moved slowly down the sun-dappled trail, disappearing together into the lush green forest of pine and fern.

This post is dedicated to my best friend who is finally tying the knot today!

Unlike so many of the talented writers I’ve met here in the blogosphere, my writing dream is a fairly new concept. I’ve always loved to write, but I never once thought about making it a career or pursuing publication. For me, it was more about helping my son in school and not appearing the idiot when I emailed friends and family.

I’ve always loved to read, but I’ve never read something and thought, gee, I could do that. Well, maybe after reading Twilight, but that’s another post altogether. Anyway, my journey began rather abruptly.

In March of 2010, I downloaded a new CD onto my iPod. It was 30 Seconds to Mars’ This Is War CD. On it was a song called Hurricane. It was a breathtakingly clear and warm day here in Seattle—in other words, a minor miracle—and I decided to take my little convertible out for a spin around LakeSammamish, ‘cause, you know, when the sun comes out, the top goes down.

(Mine is dark blue!)

So there I am, driving with the sun in my face and my tunes blaring when this new song starts playing. The tune really struck me, but it was the lyrics that hit me hardest. They said:

Tell me would you kill to save a life

Tell me would you kill to prove you’re right…

Do you really want me dead or alive

To torture for my sins

It made me wonder: What could make a man do something really bad, something completely against his nature, and could he ever find redemption, find his way back to the man he once was? That was a pretty powerful concept for me, and, after having yet another recurring nightmare of something terrible that had once happened to me, I decided I would try to make sense of it all and answer my own question. Hence, THE MISTAKEN was born. Or the idea of it anyway.

The strangest part of writing this novel is that it came to me whole, like all in one moment. I just had to write it all down in an outline first, then type it all up. And as I was doing all this, it was like there was someone or something possessing me, or at the very least, standing over my shoulder, whispering into my ear, telling me exactly what to write.

I simply cannot explain it in any other way. I mean, surely it wasn’t me. I’ve never written much of anything. I have no training, no idea what components go into writing a novel or creating a cohesive plot. Yet there was, a real story, and a compelling one at that. And it was a fast read, too, lots of action, lots of emotion, everything I like in a book.

Now, it was so far from perfect as to be laughable, but, over time, and with the help of many, many talented critique partners, most notably Lisa L. Regan, Tara Rendall, and Jeff O’Handley, The Mistaken took on a polished gleam worthy of querying, and, I hope, even publication. Someday. Fingers crossed.

So now I’ve found a new passion in writing, in creating characters and plot. I’ve learned a great deal in the last 22 months, and I plan on putting that all to good use. Yep, that’s right, I just started writing my second novel, tentatively title Parasite.

Writing has changed my life in so many fantastic and unexpected ways. It’s given me a new purpose, a dream of my very own. And it’s brought people into my life, wonderful, talented, loving people whom I now call my friends. That alone is worth more that gold.

Having just graduated high school in 1982, I was a young woman, and very much in love with one young(er) man. This man eventually became my husband. Since he was, and still is, exceptionally hot, I really didn’t care too much about any others.

My husband, Eric, as a young man - YUM!

But there was one young actor who was exactly my age and, dare I say, super cute: former teen idol, Johnny Depp. Even better than cute, he was a rebel, a rocker with his own band, and the owner of a nightclub where all the hot, young LA movie stars hung out. Oddly enough, his first major film role was as the boyfriend to Nancy Thompson in A Nightmare on Elm Street. And, stranger still, he was a close friend of gonzo journalist/writer, Hunter S. Thompson, and eventually portrayed him in not one, but two films. How funny is that?!

Early in his career, and, apparently, much to his chagrin, Johnny starred in the Fox police drama, 21 Jump Street. Now, I never even watched that show, but he did manage to turn my head whenever his name appeared in the news, which, back then, was quite often, as he was linked to some highly visible young hotties, namely Twin Peaks actress Sherilyn Fenn, supermodel Kate Moss, and Gen-X rising star Winona Ryder. And Johnny had a wild streak that often got him into trouble with the purveyors of many a five-star hotel where he allegedly wreaked havoc and destruction.

Yes, I love bad boys, and, back then, Johnny Depp was King of the Bad Boys. He calmed way down after the death of his close friend and rising star, River Phoenix, just outside the front door of his West Hollywood nightclub, The Viper Room. Johnny turned quite introspective shortly thereafter. It wasn’t much later when Johnny moved to France to escape the ever-present camera lens of the US paparazzi. There he met Vanessa Paradis, a beautiful French film actress with whom he has two children. Unfortunately, this relationship has recently come to an end.

During his career, Johnny Depp made a habit of taking on strange roles, most notably, with his friend and collaborator, oddball director Tim Burton, but Johnny’s career made a mainstream comeback when he took on the role of Captain Jack Sparrow in Disney’s Pirates of the Caribbean film franchise. Now, all generations of filmgoers know Johnny Depp’s name. He’s even hotter now than he was as a teen idol in the 80’s

Interestingly, a new film is ready to be released based on Fox’s original show, 21 Jump Street, though the movie is more of a tongue-in-cheek homage rather than an adaptation of the former weekly series. But what I found intriguing is this old interview where Johnny Depp was asked if he would ever consider reviving his role 20 to 30 years in the future should anyone ever decide to remake 21 Jump Street into a feature film.

The interviewer says, “Wouldn’t it be cool—remember that old guy Johnny Depp? He’s still around somewhere. Let’s see if we can find him and get him to drop a few pounds and he could play the father of the guy he used to play. Would you do that?” he asks Johnny. And Johnny replies, “Yeah, I would do it. I’d come out of the old folks home to do that. Sure”

Funny, huh? Johnny is still gorgeous and he’s as hot as ever, even more so. And I bet it’s that interviewer who is currently fat and living in some retirement complex in Florida.

‘Cause it sure ain’t Johnny Depp! Wowza!

So, who was YOUR 80's crush? Or, if you were too young or *gasp* not even alive yet, who would you have crushed on back then? Or who are you crushin' on right now? If I was a young girl, I would be crushin' on this young man, Thomas McDonell.

And, because I do love all good blogfests, I will try to participate in Hope Roberson’sValentine’s Day “Is It Getting Hot In Here?” Bloghop. In this one we will share one of our favorite kissing scenes from a book we've read, our own WIP, make one up, or write about one of our own memorable kisses. Considering how long I’ve been married, this will likely be as hot as it gets for me on Valentine’s Day!

Also, I’ve signed up for the A to Z Challenge sponsored by several of my favorite blogger friends. I must be crazy for taking up this challenge because anyone who knows me knows I only post once a week at most. But I’ve already made good progress and should hopefully have all 26 posts ready way before April 1st. If you’re insane and want to make a lot of new friends, go sign up!

Lastly, I received two awards in the last week:

From my very bestest friend in the whole wide world, Lisa Regan, I received the Thumbs Up From Skunk Award since "we all feel like stinky, stinky skunks some days" and there are people who "make us feel (and smell) a lot better."

To pass the award on, I’m supposed to name one thing that I love about myself, then pass on the award to whomever I want. Hmm…okay, here goes: I am fiercely loyal. If I’m on your side, I cannot be shaken off. I will sing your praises, compliment everything about you, offer you love and encouragement, and defend you ‘til death.

About Me

Mother, wife, author, editor, designer.
I am the author of two dark romantic thrillers, The Mistaken, my debut, and Leverage, the sequel. I'm currently working on my third novel, a psycho-sexual thriller titled Stirred